I'd like to come along, Thomas 

Could there be a date/time for those of us old-fashinonned types so that we can better believe in the group energies?

Is there any preparation we need to do ?

Bets

What are focus 42 and 49?

Too interesting for not trying it!

Spooky

Quote recoverer: "Spooky, you bring the beer, since you're in Germany."

Hehehe. According to the German saying: "You can drink? So you can work, too!".

It was a relatively small group, about 12 beings. Some seemed more "solid" than others, I think reflecting the various "tuning it" that people had done. I remember the group as we phased from The Park to the thought form platform of Voyager 8 generator room, which is a round room filled with activity. Most of the group decided to sta there and explore the Voyager, which has been "constructed" for exactly this purpose in an area where there is little else which might be called thought form...

Anyhow, a group of five went on to the I-There cluster level, and we all separated to different clusters.

It was lovely and expanding for me. THe communications were rather like waves of emotion, a stirring deep in my heart, and words are not adequate for such things.

Thank you for being there. I love the group energy, and it really helps to use it to get there.

Thomas

Friday:
We went high, briefly it turned white, which was pleasant, then black. I had a floating feeling. Someone from our group seemed to try to make contact with something. From a distant point, there was something like a lightbeam focused on our group, multicolored. Then it was like a tube; after a little lingering, I went inside. I traveled and traveled, and as it seemed it wouldn't come to an end, I decided I was "there", wherever it was. It was black there, but some white outlines of objects, elliptical shaped, were visible. The group was standing on something smooth and invisible, like glass, and below (but I guess in other directions, too) these elliptical objects could be watched. When I concentrated on one of these objects, my visual sense switched to the physical to my eyelid view, and the blackness turned into white. I tried again, tried to avoid this switching over to the physical view, but it happened again. When I concentrated on this white with my mind's eye, it had the sense there were pictures, or a movie running, but couldn't make out anything in specific. I then went up higher. I lost awaress of the group. I felt very stretched, as if my consciousness was in my head, and my feet far away down. I had the impression of wideness, a limitless space, although it didn't make sense to me to gaze outwards, nor inwards, though still to look inside made a bit more sense than to look outwards for having perceptions.

Saturday:
I think the group did a sort of exercise, like whoo-aah or something like that. I moved upwards, and felt like floating-tumbling. There was a blue round spot in a far distance. It seemed to be the center of multicolored, curving energy streams. Someone of the group moved something like a stick or so, I guessed to make contact to someone/something. Many little metallic-silvery spheres appeared, they were all around us. Then a picture of a mantis briefly flashed by. After that, there was something like a gigantic dark cloud; this cloud seemed to be somewhat intelligent, electrical, but it's energies were very subtle and low, and it stayed in a distance, I had the impression our energy was too concentrated for it to come closer. After this cloud faded from my awareness, I had the impression of a metallic object, shaped like an old-style air-ground bomb. Then I focused back to our group; we were about to travel higher, someone to my right wondered where we might go (Bets?) and I said: "Don't worry, I guess where we're going to is not new to you, you've been there already I think." I noticed from the far away "center point" a lightbeam was focused on our group.
So we went upwards, through a white level, into a black-and-white surrounding (no gray), I couldn't make out what it was, just that there were some structures. Then white light seemed to radiate in front of me, and I "pictured" there, in the light, was a table, behind that table some people in row, facing me. I remembered I had a similar visual once in the past and pondered if this now was only a memory; but it persisted. It was accompanied by a feeling of respect and a bit anxiety, as if you're standing before the judge, but on the other hand, there was a feeling of humor and friendship, too. So I thought "Who...?" and immediately I knew "Ah, haha, yes of course, we know each other, we met a lot of times... my recent meditations are useful for making this sort of contact... Stay who you are... No need to ask a question, they know everything about me, as they are me... the solarplexus point is a connection to earth, for grounding; it's necessary in the moment." I slowly moved towards this light, where my nonphysical friends seemed to be; they faded away, and I felt like being in a light-filled large sphere; then this sphere contracted a bit, and I was told to not go back to the group, but move back to physical consciousness in this (or as this) sphere, which I did.

Sunday:
It seemed to me as if Thomas not only had a red shirt and red balloon, but a red clowns-nose too (sorry Thomas).
I felt moving upwards for a long time, as if I were standing on a car-lift with a very long extending lifting pole. It was dark. Then little glowing swirling lights appeared, like fireflies. I moved closer to one, and it was like a sort of greeting, or kissing, but completely non-human-shaped, more abstract.

In every session I carried beer with me, as recoverer suggested; a special brand; have you picked up it's name? OK, you might have had more important things in mind .


Spooky

Fantastic descriptions of an experience which is often quite beyond words, and which can take some time in which one digests the information and experience. The Interpretor part of us wants to match our experience with some past memory, and when unable to do so, the Perceiver is on its own, so to speak. It seems like there is just so much one's mind/intellect/brain can take before it "clicks out" and you lose the memory just then (though the experience continues). I have found such memory comes when it is appropriate, when it is needed.

As I said up a few, there was a group, in fact, most, that stayed at a level beyond The Park, on a thought form construction Star Trek type of setting called Voyager 8. Such thought forms allow specific targeting, and the pathways are well marked. A smaller group went on, but we did not get too much farther before I could see people were dropping off, so we gathered and went back. All in good time.

Thanks to the many who do not post, but who were there. Thanks to the many who do post, and who were there. But my greatest thaks are for those who went despite their fears and who found new ascpects of themselves out there they had not realized were waiting for them all along the way.

Robert Monroe wrote, after his Journey:

There is no beginning, there is no end;
There is only change.
There is no teacher, there is no student;
There is only remembering.
There is no good, there is no evil;
There is only expression.
There is no union, there is no sharing;
There is only One.
There is no joy, there is no sadness;
There is only Love.
There is no greater, there is no lesser,
There is only balance.
There is no stasis, there is no entropy;
There is only motion.
There is no wakefulness, there is no sleep;
There is only Being.
There is no limit, there is no chance;
There is only a Plan.